Boo! You’re in a new Age range!

Boo

Hoo

HUH?

Filling out a application for an expo in LA (long story that I shan’t bore you with) I had to select my age range.  Normally its an automatic process where by I just blindly select 25-29 and move on to the next question. WHOA… a pause… and the realisation dawns… I aint 25-29 anymore, I’m an official big 30 and was forced to select 29-35.

Thing is I don’t feel all that old and I know a lot of people when they look at my life they will say well what have I gained for all of my 30 years.  The standard socialistic protocol is that you have at least got a family, married, a secure cash cow in the form of a job and settled. Hah!

So I sat here for many a moments quickly reviewing my life and I had to laugh, convention’s peanuts can go fry, convention seems to be the one thing I avoid like the royal plague!

In all of my 30 years I have never owned a home and I’m not sad about that either, it’s kept me flexible and movable, had less trauma leaving a few people because of it as well.

I started out in the IT industry as a Technician, newly qualified and raring to go in a male orientated world.  Within two months I got bumped up to Quality Control over all digital CCTV systems leaving the building (think the virgo in me was more evident) as well as Support, Orders, etc.

I left 18 months later to venture overseas and landed up in Direct Marketing and Public Relations.  I worked on some big accounts for a government department here in Britain, dealt with graphic design and marketing agencies who were working for us and learnt all I could.  In the end because of the visa I was on I moved on to another company and found myself in their Public Relations department working on the media and news front.  It was fun and I found that I liked the energy more than the machinery in the workshops of IT.

Moved back home because of that all important visa thing.  Please remind me to speak to God when next I visit with regards to the wrong country of birth placement.  Anyways moving along, I started at an automotive engineering company in their human resource department.  After the first month the HR Manager told me that she wants to keep me and made me permanent, I learnt the trade once more and soon I got the hang of it – Recruitment and contracting.

Learnt the trade over five years to the point that I became a specialist with Engineering recruitment and placement, I knew the ins and outs, dealt with clients, huge cash cow projects, you get the point.

I got head hunted towards the end of my 5 years by a company in England, really amazing one who had set up clients for me in the line of McLaren F1 and MG… I was stoked.  Fell through and then got a job as the co-manager of a big financial recruitment agency in Luxembourg.  The company died a financial death at the start of the recession.

The rest is history.  My last working day in an office was 16 October 2007, since then my life has not been my own and I have gone with the flow because there was no other choice in the matter.  No matter how hard I tried, destiny and that Puppet Master had other plans for me.

I have worked in about 5 industries, had more than 20 job titles most of which were 5 at a time for each company.  If you had asked me a year ago I would never have dreamt that I would be doing what I am doing now, I would’ve told you that I would be in an office somewhere working my arse off, earning a really good salary and possibly heading towards the board room, which was my goal.

Now, although my future is uncertain as always, I am happier than happy.  I am a co-owner of a up and coming company, looking after two incredible kids whom I love to bits and free.  I don’t sit in an office every day dealing with politics or corporate red tape, I can take my lunch break at 10am if I so choose and work through the night if that is what is required.  I am doing what I love, design and kids, but I would never have known had I not risked everything, seriously everything including my retirement.

So I sat here and reviewed, looking over it all and seeing the big picture.  Some people have told me that I am mad, some have told me that I have gained nothing from all my hard work and that I have lowered myself, there is a long list of all the onions that I have received.  I don’t care a dang (that conventional thing again).

So many people go to work each day and slave away to take home bread and butter for themselves and their families, they work so hard to get to the top, own the fancy car and the big house, to wear Prada and Calven Klein, put their kids in the good schools and have spoilings… but what have they really gained apart from materialistic wealth? Have they gained true happiness and contentment through all of it? Or do they go home so exhausted and grumpy that they can’t bear to have true fun both in their own skins and with others?

They will wake up when they hit retirement and sit and review their lives with a smile on their face but sadness in their hearts for the lost moments of being who they truly are, the loss of time with their families, with themselves, their dreams and their passions.

The money and security you get from it is great but what I have gained is my sanity, my sanity is indeed found and after all that I have gone through I have realised that is one of the most valuable possessions known to mankind.

I aint selling it neither!

While writing this post the song, Angel by Sarah McLachlan, came on and my soul sang and I smiled for it kept on replacing the word “angel” with “destiny”

Spend all your time waiting
for that second chance
for a break that would make it okay
there’s always some reason
to feel not good enough
and it’s hard at the end of the day
I need some distraction
oh a beautiful release
memory seeps from my veins
let me be empty
oh and weightless and maybe
I’ll find some peace tonight

In the arms of destiny
fly away from here
from this dark cold hotel room
and the endlessness that you fear
you are pulled from the wreckage
of your silent reverie
you’re in the arms of destiny
may you find some comfort here

So tired of the straight line
and everywhere you turn
there’s vultures and thieves at your back
the storm keeps on twisting
you keep on building the lies
that you make up for all that you lack
it don’t make no difference
escaping one last time
it’s easier to believe
in this sweet madness oh
this glorious sadness that brings me to my knees

In the arms of destiny
fly away from here
from this dark cold hotel room
and the endlessness that you fear
you are pulled from the wreckage
of your silent reverie
you’re in the arms of destiny
may you find some comfort here
you’re in the arms of destiny
may you find some comfort here

10 thoughts on “Boo! You’re in a new Age range!

  1. Being true to yourself is one of the greatest gifts..

    Having the courage to be who you are amidst the throng of people who are still sleeping, those who believe their way is the best way, is inspirational..

    To have learnt all of this at such a young age.. Wow!

    Once again – ditto Amber..

  2. The age range thing hits everybody and at every time I have to deal with it I think “okay I don’t belong to THAT range, they should set up new ones more appropriate for me!” 🙂
    You’ve had a fantastic professional life and I don’t agree with those who say you have lowered yourself! You have humanely raised yourself. Mind you, some people are just finishing their studies at your age and have no real life nor professional experience yet! You already have both and a long road in front of you.

  3. To be honest… I would far rather be doing what you’re doing than what I am…

    Don’t get me wrong, I really am enjoying my job… But I don’t want to be stuck in an office all day everyday. I am not corporate material -oh yes, I can play the part… but I don’t enjoy it. It doesn’t make my heart sing. If anything, it makes me forget myself…

    Being with me, writing, being still… sharing time with children, animals, painting, reading… all those things… they make my heart sing! I would love to run an aftercare… look after the kids in a way I wasn’t quite looked after… I would like to become a free lance writer – journalism, copy, content… whatever… (need to do and SEO course…). I want to report and answer to me… and I am giving myself 5 years… by the time I am 34 1/2 (lets round it up to 35), I want to be working from home… contracting. I will take the big step and risk everything if I am not doing it by then…

    And also… I’m just about 30, and I don’t own a house or have kids… I don’t even own my own car anymore…

    But I do have love… love of friends, family, a best friend that I wouldnt’ change for the world! And you also have those!!! (ok, scrap the family part… but you have the family you created in the people you know!!!) And we are here… loving you… and at the end of the day – I believe that that is what counts most!

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